Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2020 18:51:16 GMT
There is a bright light and a loud sound. Then nothing.
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Then there are strobing lights purple and black. An image of the Pattern burns in Leonil's eyes and he feels pain everywhere.
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Then there is water. Rain. And mud. And forest smells. The stomping of hooves and the voices of men.
Darkness. Darkness. Then the light of a fire.
Leonil awakes sitting in a chair in a room in some sort of lodge. A firepit burns in the centre of the floor giving the room warmth and an orange glow. He is still in pain. Looking about he finds one of his wrists handcuffed to the chair and his other arm missing. Bandages cover the stump. The smells of cooking come from somewhere in the building but he is otherwise alone.
.
.
.
.
Then there are strobing lights purple and black. An image of the Pattern burns in Leonil's eyes and he feels pain everywhere.
.
.
.
Then there is water. Rain. And mud. And forest smells. The stomping of hooves and the voices of men.
Darkness. Darkness. Then the light of a fire.
Leonil awakes sitting in a chair in a room in some sort of lodge. A firepit burns in the centre of the floor giving the room warmth and an orange glow. He is still in pain. Looking about he finds one of his wrists handcuffed to the chair and his other arm missing. Bandages cover the stump. The smells of cooking come from somewhere in the building but he is otherwise alone.
